they must be human,
they must have heart
but
they don't even start
when a head meets a brick wall.
in line, we wait
in line, they wait
for us to fall
they don't care
she says the world is ending,
they're scared.
maybe so
but I thought it ended
a long time ago
they came,
the sounds of our anticipated foe
they came,
what seems like forever ago
everyone's quiet, not a word
when can we scream!
death is so different from what it seemed
I walk for hours,
blend in the murmurs
I accept the deaths of my family,
not the murders
if I give in,
their black boots will stomp
in
different voices,
different skins,
different faces,
the same sins.
2010 - Inspired by Cesia Kingston Interview (United States Holocaust Memorial Museum Collection, Gift of the University of California, Los Angeles)